Marc and I just ate a wonderful steak. It was quite possibly one of the best steaks I've ever eaten (though Roy's on Maui might be a close second). If you ever find yourself looking for dinner in Corona Del Mar, I highly recommend The Bungalow. We went with a high school friend of Marc's and her husband. It was fabulous. I'm full. Very full.
Our flight to the O.C. was uneventful. Of course I did have to enjoy a Mexican hot chocolate from Coffee People at PDX--I have to savor them when I can get them! I do have to say that it was a LOT more convenient to fly into Orange County compared to LAX. We rented a dopey little Chevy Cobalt. The tires squeal when making normal turns. Haha!
Tomorrow is election day. Thank goodness for Oregon's vote-by-mail system. If you haven't voted yet, please be sure to. My goal for tomorrow will be to avoid all televisions as much as possible--the last thing I want to watch for hours on end is the media freaks making predictions and giving updates every 5 minutes. Good thing we've got HBO here.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
All dressed up and nowhere to go
Last weekend's birthday celebration was a good time. Our friends Jo and Andy came down from Tacoma and stayed with us, and a couple dozen of us went out for dinner and shuffleboard. Then we tried to go karaoke, but the place had a live band instead of karaoke that night. Oh well.
I had a few days off of work earlier this week, so we took advantage of the most beautiful autumn day ever by going to a corn maze on Wednesday. It was my first time ever at a corn maze, and it was pretty fun. It was almost kind of freaky to be alone (except for three people we saw after about an hour) in the huge field of corn.
Last night we were supposed to go to a Halloween party. Marc wasn't feeling well earlier in the day, but after he took a nap, he felt better. So I got my costume on, put on makeup (gasp!), and did my hair... and then he wasn't feeling well again, so we aborted. Boo. Halloween parties are my absolute favorite kinds of parties. I just hope that something will come up next year so we have a chance to wear the costumes we bought this year.
I had a few days off of work earlier this week, so we took advantage of the most beautiful autumn day ever by going to a corn maze on Wednesday. It was my first time ever at a corn maze, and it was pretty fun. It was almost kind of freaky to be alone (except for three people we saw after about an hour) in the huge field of corn.Last night we were supposed to go to a Halloween party. Marc wasn't feeling well earlier in the day, but after he took a nap, he felt better. So I got my costume on, put on makeup (gasp!), and did my hair... and then he wasn't feeling well again, so we aborted. Boo. Halloween parties are my absolute favorite kinds of parties. I just hope that something will come up next year so we have a chance to wear the costumes we bought this year.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Lotsa stuff
Time to play catch up.
Last weekend we went to Grandpa's house for a final goodbye--in more ways than one. Marc's mom and stepdad were on the verge of moving to Costa Rica, so we had a going-away party combined with Marc's mom's 60th birthday party at the house. Earlier this week the closing papers were signed to sell the house and property to THPRD. Friday morning, they left. Within the next month or so, the house will be demoed. Sad, but at least all the stress that's gone along with every family happening since grandpa passed away now has a chance to dissapate with this life chapter now closed.
After a mega house cleaning escapade at our house this week, our friends Lisa and Paul, with their bandmate Philly, came into town from Vancouver, BC on Saturday. We went to their show at Hawthorne Theater last night, where we all just about died from the smoke. (I can't wait for January when that won't be allowed anywhere anymore...) However the show was awesome. We liked acting like real groupies. I highly recommend that you check them out. Click here for Mojave. You can also find them on MySpace and Facebook. They're in the middle of a West Coast tour--so if you happen to stumble upon this and live anywhere in the West, see if they're playing near you and check them out.
Today we took the out-of-towners down to Saturday Market because... that's just what you have to do with people who've never been to Portland. We ate way too much. That always happens.
We have stuff planned this coming weekend (my shared birthday party with Nancy--let me know if you want an evite with our plans!), Halloween stuff planned for the next weekend, and anniversary and birthday parties the following two weekends. Then I think it's only two more weeks after that before we leave for Maui. Busy busy busy.
Today my dad scared the crap outta me. My parents had called and left messages on our home phone; I missed a call or two from them on my cell. I'm inept when it comes to remembering how to retrieve our voicemail messages on our home phone, so I didn't know what was going on. When we got back from Saturday Market, I called them back. My dad answered the phone, which is odd because 99% of the time, my mom answers. When I asked how he was doing, he said, "Things are not well here." My heart dropped and my brain started racing, imagining all the things that could be wrong. But he quickly put me at ease with a comment about how his computer had died. Ninety minutes later, my tech support session was over, we had located most of his backup files, and he had his e-mail password reset so he could get back into it. I used a nifty, free tool (which was simple enough for even my dad to find and install) to see and control his desktop. Yuuguu works with both Mac and PC.
Back to work tomorrow for me. Marc will be entertaining the band alone. And on that note, I should be thinking about getting to bed.
Last weekend we went to Grandpa's house for a final goodbye--in more ways than one. Marc's mom and stepdad were on the verge of moving to Costa Rica, so we had a going-away party combined with Marc's mom's 60th birthday party at the house. Earlier this week the closing papers were signed to sell the house and property to THPRD. Friday morning, they left. Within the next month or so, the house will be demoed. Sad, but at least all the stress that's gone along with every family happening since grandpa passed away now has a chance to dissapate with this life chapter now closed.
After a mega house cleaning escapade at our house this week, our friends Lisa and Paul, with their bandmate Philly, came into town from Vancouver, BC on Saturday. We went to their show at Hawthorne Theater last night, where we all just about died from the smoke. (I can't wait for January when that won't be allowed anywhere anymore...) However the show was awesome. We liked acting like real groupies. I highly recommend that you check them out. Click here for Mojave. You can also find them on MySpace and Facebook. They're in the middle of a West Coast tour--so if you happen to stumble upon this and live anywhere in the West, see if they're playing near you and check them out.
Today we took the out-of-towners down to Saturday Market because... that's just what you have to do with people who've never been to Portland. We ate way too much. That always happens.
We have stuff planned this coming weekend (my shared birthday party with Nancy--let me know if you want an evite with our plans!), Halloween stuff planned for the next weekend, and anniversary and birthday parties the following two weekends. Then I think it's only two more weeks after that before we leave for Maui. Busy busy busy.
Today my dad scared the crap outta me. My parents had called and left messages on our home phone; I missed a call or two from them on my cell. I'm inept when it comes to remembering how to retrieve our voicemail messages on our home phone, so I didn't know what was going on. When we got back from Saturday Market, I called them back. My dad answered the phone, which is odd because 99% of the time, my mom answers. When I asked how he was doing, he said, "Things are not well here." My heart dropped and my brain started racing, imagining all the things that could be wrong. But he quickly put me at ease with a comment about how his computer had died. Ninety minutes later, my tech support session was over, we had located most of his backup files, and he had his e-mail password reset so he could get back into it. I used a nifty, free tool (which was simple enough for even my dad to find and install) to see and control his desktop. Yuuguu works with both Mac and PC.
Back to work tomorrow for me. Marc will be entertaining the band alone. And on that note, I should be thinking about getting to bed.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Absurdity in a commercial--imagine that!
There's a local mattress store that runs commercials all the time (which, on a side note, makes me think about how it's possible that so many mattress stores can stay in business... but that's probably a topic for a whole other post). One of the things they say about their price guarantee is something like this:
"If we can't beat someone else's price on a comparable mattress, we'll give it to you for free!"
Okay. Let's say I find a mattress at their competitor for $500. I go into the store from the commercial, and they're selling the same mattress for $550.
[start dream sequence]
Me: "Hey, the store down the street is selling this mattress for $500! Can you beat that price?"
Sales guy: "Ooohhh, no, sorry, I can't sell it for $499. I guess we'll have to give it to you for free instead."
[end dream sequence]
What a pointless guarantee.
"If we can't beat someone else's price on a comparable mattress, we'll give it to you for free!"
Okay. Let's say I find a mattress at their competitor for $500. I go into the store from the commercial, and they're selling the same mattress for $550.
Me: "Hey, the store down the street is selling this mattress for $500! Can you beat that price?"
Sales guy: "Ooohhh, no, sorry, I can't sell it for $499. I guess we'll have to give it to you for free instead."
What a pointless guarantee.
MMMmmmm
If you know much about me, you probably know that I love pizza. I think I could eat it every day. Recently, Marc has been on a kick to create pizza from scratch. We got a nifty pizza stone for the grill the other day, and he did some recipe research for making his own dough. Last night for our anniversary dinner, he made two pizzas (one margharita and one "ol' hickory" with tomato, potato slices, bacon, and sour cream--okay, so that's copied from one of Pizza Schmizza's pies, but Marc's was better) and a cheesy bread. He hand-tossed the dough and grilled the pizzas, and they were AWESOME. I'm quite excited about the possibility of eating pizza all the time. :)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Five years
Five years ago today, in Las Vegas, NV, Marc and I got married.
Happy anniversary to my best friend and the most wonderful man I know!
Happy anniversary to my best friend and the most wonderful man I know!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I hate politics
The subject of politics makes me angry. I don't like talking about them.
Here's something that really resonated with me...
"The more I learn, the less informed I feel, and the less qualified I feel to comment on it. I can write about my thoughts and predictions, but besides a college degree in political science, I don't have any guarantee to offer that my thoughts or predictions are accurate.
It's kind of like that Socratic quote: something about how the wisest man is the man who knows that he knows nothing."
That's a quote from Thank You Ma'am, one of my favorite blogs. Besides not having a political science degree, that's a good summary for how I feel about many things--politics especially. It seems like a lot of the time, people selectively read or listen to things about the candidates, hearing what they want to hear about them--both good (for the guy you like) and bad (for the guy you don't). Because I'm aware that I'm as guilty of this as anyone, it leaves me feeling less inclined to discuss things at all. Before I debate anyone about anything related to politics, I'd feel compelled to do a lot a research. And because it just makes me angry to see how the principles of our country have been slaughtered over the years, I don't want to subject myself to that torture.
That's not to say I won't do enough reading and research to select a candidate in November. You just better not expect me to get involved in any debates over candidates.
Here's something that really resonated with me...
"The more I learn, the less informed I feel, and the less qualified I feel to comment on it. I can write about my thoughts and predictions, but besides a college degree in political science, I don't have any guarantee to offer that my thoughts or predictions are accurate.
It's kind of like that Socratic quote: something about how the wisest man is the man who knows that he knows nothing."
That's a quote from Thank You Ma'am, one of my favorite blogs. Besides not having a political science degree, that's a good summary for how I feel about many things--politics especially. It seems like a lot of the time, people selectively read or listen to things about the candidates, hearing what they want to hear about them--both good (for the guy you like) and bad (for the guy you don't). Because I'm aware that I'm as guilty of this as anyone, it leaves me feeling less inclined to discuss things at all. Before I debate anyone about anything related to politics, I'd feel compelled to do a lot a research. And because it just makes me angry to see how the principles of our country have been slaughtered over the years, I don't want to subject myself to that torture.
That's not to say I won't do enough reading and research to select a candidate in November. You just better not expect me to get involved in any debates over candidates.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Garage Sales
I am now 100% positive that I never want to be involved in a garage sale again. I'd never done it before, and I'll be happy if I never have to again. The last 3 days were not fun. Okay, they weren't horrible, but they were not fun.
And I'm not going to get that Nano, as much as I want to.
I never dread going to work, but I am really looking forward to going back tomorrow.
And I'm not going to get that Nano, as much as I want to.
I never dread going to work, but I am really looking forward to going back tomorrow.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
iPod mania
I've had my eye on the iPod Nano ever since I got my Touch. I justified getting a Shuffle last year when we started running, but there are some nifty things that the Nano can do for runners. So, I've had my eye on them, but I've refused to seriously consider them until they offered more colors.
That day has arrived.
And in true Apple fashion, they've made them even niftier than the last version. That purple one looks very appealing. Is there something wrong with me for wanting yet another iPod? Shouldn't the three I have (though I only use two) be enough? I think I have an addiction.
In other exciting news, I had a consultation this morning for laser hair removal, and I set up my series of appointments. Not having to shave my legs will be a gift that keeps giving. Hooray!
That day has arrived.
And in true Apple fashion, they've made them even niftier than the last version. That purple one looks very appealing. Is there something wrong with me for wanting yet another iPod? Shouldn't the three I have (though I only use two) be enough? I think I have an addiction.
In other exciting news, I had a consultation this morning for laser hair removal, and I set up my series of appointments. Not having to shave my legs will be a gift that keeps giving. Hooray!
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